"Ghost!"

The old man in Shroud shouted something, turned around and ran away.

Zhao Yun was the most self-conscious and just pressed him.

Eh?

When his eyes were clear, the old man in Shouti let out a soft sigh. He didn't recognize the witty words or the mustache, but he recognized Zhao Yun's popular face, as if he had taken this guy to the ancient tomb of the Barbarian King.

But in his memory, this guy should have died in the tomb. How is he still alive? Not only alive, but also with this level of cultivation. In just half a year, has he unlocked the god level? He has soared from the True Spirit Realm to the pinnacle of Ksitigarbha.

?

There were so many doubts that he felt a little dizzy.

"Senior, you're fine." Zhao Yun said with a smile.

"Well... you're fine."

The old shroud man put his hands in his hands and circled around Zhao Yun. Sometimes he reached out and pinched Zhao Yun's little arms and legs. It seemed that the old man had been in the tomb for too long and he only recognized Zhao Yun as an acquaintance.

Little did they know that Ji Hen was the holy son of the Tianzong, and he had already become famous throughout the world.

If you knew it, your jaw would drop.

Zhao Yun ignored this guy and only looked at the witty words.

The old man in the shroud circled around him, while the wise man was like a little follower, following closely behind the old man in the shroud, looking at him in confusion.

After a long time, the old Taoist Shouti also noticed something was wrong. He turned away from Mr. Zhao and concentrated on the witty words.

At this sight, his old eyes narrowed slightly. This must be a dead person! Oh no, it should be a living dead. Unlike a puppet, this little girl can act on her own without being summoned.

Also, what kind of power is the wisps of smoke lingering on its body?

After taking a closer look, I don't know why.

This was the first time he had seen such a strange existence.

"That's it."

Zhao Yun flicked his hands and used the Immortal Stealing Technique to steal something from the old Taoist Shroud.

It's a jade pendant, green and translucent, isn't it exactly Qingjue? It's also a broken fragment.

He finally understood that it was Qing Jue in Miaoyu's body who sensed this fragment and drove Miaoyu to come. This is why Miaoyu always follows Old Taoist Shroud.

"Wow! He's even stealing something." The old man in Shroud cursed.

"Where did you get this thing?" Zhao Yun held Qing Jue and turned it over and over.

"It's something passed down from our ancestors," said the old man named Shoyi meaningfully.

"Believe it or not, you stole it from the tomb!"

The mustache curled his lips. Although he didn't recognize the fat old man, he had heard his name.

Which one is better at robbing tombs? I asked Xu Liang in Hengchuan, Xiyue. He was talking about this old guy who always likes to wear a shroud and wander around the world. He has a special liking for other people's ancestral tombs.

"Don't say it in such a bad way, it's called borrowing." The old man in Shouti stroked his beard, and his expression was serious and thoughtful. Taking advantage of the dim moonlight, he seemed to be in a certain state of style, and he was getting better.

"Whether I stole it or borrowed it, this jade pendant belongs to me." Zhao Yun was still very conscious.

"Did I stay in there for a long time? Are today's young people so shameless?" The expression on the old man's face turned dark. I worked hard to steal it, but it belongs to you.

Zhao Yun didn't say anything, and just handed over a scroll.

Hmm...a perfect new year's gift.

When the old Taoist priest saw it, his eyes were bright.

"This...is like something a human being would do."

The guy spoke in a deep voice, took the scroll, and never mentioned the jade pendant again.

Zhao Yun disapproved and integrated the broken Qingjue into Wiaoyu's body.

Suddenly, the whole body of the witty words bloomed with brilliance, and wisps of smoke lingered, making her look like a dream.

When the old Taoist priest saw it, he looked surprised.

When the eight-character Hu saw him, his face was full of curiosity.

"I asked, where did this girl come from?" The old man in Shouti looked at his mustache.

"This guy's wife is the kind of person who has a ghost marriage." The mustache said in a low voice.

Ghost marriage?

People with extensive experience are astonished.

"I have more here, how about." The mustache poked the old man in the shroud. His sleeves were stuffed with scrolls, not just one or two, but a large bundle, and this was just a small part of it.

"How embarrassing." The old man in Shroud chuckled and stretched out his hand to take it.

"I didn't say it was for free, I have to pay for it."

"Look at you, a junior. Talking about money hurts feelings."

"Don't pull me down."

"Yes, yes, yes."

The two old men moved to another place and muttered to each other.

Bargaining, mainly bargaining.

Paying the money in one hand and delivering the goods in the other hand, the transaction was completed happily.

Compared to the two of them, Mr. Zhao is more serious, so he sticks to his witty words and melts another Qingjue fragment. The wise words are transforming, the power of the underworld marriage becomes more refined, and the haze around him becomes even more beautiful.

"interesting."

The old Taoist priest has come back, and he is very sad.

The world is a big place, and there are all kinds of strange things. This little living dead girl is one of them.

Is it so magical to have a ghost marriage?

"Old Taoist, whose tomb is down here?" The old Taoist tugged at the shroud with his mustache.

"This... is a suspicious tomb." The old man in Shroud took a deep breath.

"What is... a doubtful grave?"

"The so-called doubtful grave is just a pit."

The old man in Shroud cursed loudly, and his old face was no longer as dark as usual. After being trapped for more than half a year, he finally figured out that it turned out to be a trap for the tomb robbers. If he hadn't been smart enough, he would have been buried in it.

, the person who created the Doubt Tomb is a talented person. He has stolen and dug up graves for so many years, and this is the first time he has suffered such a big loss.

"If you do too many things that harm your moral character, you will be punished sooner or later." The mustache said in a deep voice.

"I only take the treasures and don't disturb the souls of the dead." The old man in shrouds said it seriously. In the eyes of the mustache, this is nonsense. All the funerary objects have been taken away, and you still say that you won't disturb the souls of the dead? You just have to lift the coffin!

"Has Ruoshui been taken away by you?" Zhao Yun asked with side eyes.

"That girl is a genius in cultivation. I found a good master for her." The old man in Shouti stroked his beard.

"Thank you for taking her away." Zhao Yun took a deep breath.

"What do you mean?"

"That small village was looted by bandits, and no one survived."

"Is there such a thing?" The old Taoist Shouti frowned, and felt quite lucky in his heart. If Ruoshui had not been taken away, the girl would have suffered death, and then there would be one less genius in this world.

The mustache is just a listener, and there are some things that he can figure out by himself. That night when Ji Hen went to kill the robbers, it was probably to avenge the people in that village. If it hadn't been for this matter, they would not have gotten to know each other.

"She is in Tianyin Pavilion. If you have time, go and see her." The old man in Shouti said and turned around, "I still have something to do, so I'll go first."

"Going to dig graves again?" the mustache glanced at him.

"Reaching your sister's grave to find Qilin's blood, Ruoshui is waiting for it to save her life?"

"Stop looking for it, this one has it." The mustached man stretched out his hand and pulled it back.

The old man in Shroud raised his eyebrows and scanned Zhao Yun again, "Do you have...Qilin blood?"

"Yes." Zhao Yun smiled.

"You can't find anything after wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort to get here." Old Shingyi suddenly became energetic, rubbed his old hands fiercely, his eyes were shining, "Quick, let me have a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little unicorn rushed out.

Fuck...!

The old man in Shroud's swear words revealed his domineering attitude. This is not Qilin blood. This is a fucking Qilin! After half a hundred years of life, he still saw the Qilin Holy Beast for the first time.

"Where did it come from?" Old Shouti was extremely excited.

"I picked it up." The mustache gave an accurate answer, and he was very considerate. He also added the line of the shroud master: It's good to pick it up, and it's free to pick it up.

The old man in Shouti clicked his tongue for a while, damn...why am I not so lucky!
To be continued...